All I know is that I’m here. And I’m alive. And I’m not alone.

I don't want people to be worried about me. There's nothing to worry about. I don't want people to try and under why I'm the way I am, because I should be the first person to understand that. And I don't understand yet. I don't want people to interfere. I don't want people in my head, picking out this and that, permanently picking up the broken pieces of me.

I'm sure you think I was complaining about nothing. You probably think I'm a whiny teenager. And yeah, it was all in my head, probably. That doesn't mean it wasn't real. So fuck you all.

You like to act as if you care about nothing and if you carry on like that then you’re going to drown in the abyss you have imagined for yourself.

It’s just that it’s not socially acceptable to say depressing stuff out loud in the real world because people think that you’re attention seeking.

I think by now, February, we’ve, as they say, ‘lost touch’. Not that we ever touched in the first place. In the end I’m still only ever looking where you’ve looked, I’m only ever walking where you’ve walked, I’m in your dark blue shadow and you never seem to turn around to find me there.

I wonder sometimes whether you've exploded already, like a star, and what I'm seeing you is three million years into the past, and you're not here anyore. How can we be together here, now, when you are so far away. When you are so far ago? I'm shouting so loudly, but you never turn around to see me. Perhaps it is I who have already exploded. Either way, we are going to bring beautiful things into the universe.

I actually think that a lot of people are very beautiful, and maybe even more beautiful when they are not aware of it themselves.

As far as I'm concerned, I came out of the womb spouting cynicism and wishing for rain.

I'd like it if someone we're to rescue me soon. Oh, I'd like that very much. I'd like that. I'd like that very much indeed